My Seatmate is Apparently My Wife from My Past Life; She Still Loves Me in This Life as Well

Crunching through the rural path, we walked aimlessly. Honestly, there was a chance we might get lost, and that made me a bit anxious. However, upon closer inspection, the view was clear enough that as long as we didn’t stray too far, it seemed unlikely we’d lose our way back to the station.

Looking at the station in the distance, standing alone like a tiny dot, I could vaguely understand the layout of the area.

Behind the station stretched a field that hadn’t been tended to for some time, and further back, a wall of trees formed a forest or at least something close to it.

On the side where we had disembarked, though it was empty, the area around was paved with concrete, and a single gravel road ran thickly through it, flanked by a soft line of greenery.

It wasn’t quite a forest, but the lush green was almost overwhelming.

Well, if you imagine a tranquil countryside, you get the picture.

Once it’s full-blown summer, it’ll surely be an unpleasant place to stay, but conceptually, it’s appealing.

You might expect to see a beautiful girl or two in a white dress and straw hat—actually, there already is one.

Next to me walked Kamidama, an ideal beautiful girl straight out of a painting, wearing a straw hat and radiating joy.

Kamidama in her straw hat is an ideal summer figure—though it’s not quite summer yet.

At the end of May, the sun starts to shine, and just past noon, its warmth almost makes you see summer.

Without the spring breeze, I would’ve probably fainted already.

Each time the wind brushed my skin, it balanced the temperature, making it not quite hot enough to complain about.

In other words, that’s why I suggested exploring.

If it had been ice-cream-mandatory weather, I would’ve quietly stayed at the station.

Regardless of my excitement, I’m that kind of person.

Everything should be just right.

An imbalance in any direction makes me uneasy.

Like Kamidama’s overly strong feelings.

They lack justification—at least visibly, making them seem unbalanced.

Maybe that’s why I was brought all the way out here to prove it.

I should probably ask for our exact destination, but I’m oddly scared to do so.

Because…

If she said we’re going to a haunted house, I’d be too scared to move.

R-really, it’s not, right? I’m not supposed to worry, right!? Looking at Kamidama with newfound anxiety, she gave a sly smile.

“You’re walking pretty confidently. Are you sure this is your first time here?”

“Of course it is. If it weren’t, I wouldn’t be anxious about where we’re going next.”

“Oh? I thought you’d already come to terms with it since you didn’t show it on your face.”

“Wait, is this trip somewhere I need to brace myself for?”

“…Well, in a sense.”

“In a sense!?”

What does that even mean!? I shouted, to which Kamidama ambiguously smiled and replied, “It’s hard to put into words…”

Oh boy, this is bad.

My anxiety surged, and my heart started to race. Can I go back now?

“Going back is an option, but do you have the money for that?”

“I-I’ll camp out if I have to…”

“No way. If you camp out, you’ll die in no time, Uraku.”

“Do you think I’m a weak little animal or something…?”

Or what? Are there bears around here?

I mean, it does feel more like an animal habitat than a human one…

There are houses, though spaced out ridiculously far, and the station exists.

It should be human territory.

“Anyway, yeah. I haven’t mentioned it much, but I should at least tell you where we’re staying.”

“Thank you. But no occult or horror stories, okay? Got it?”

“You’re too cautious… It’s fine, nothing spooky. At least not for us.”

“What does that mean…?”

That implies it might be spooky for others, doesn’t it?

Don’t fill my “scared-o-meter” any more than it already is.

Don’t underestimate my cowardice.

When it comes down to it, turning to the gods is my top choice.

“Really, it’s not scary—where we’re heading is the house where you and I lived together.”

“What?”

“The house where you and I lived together.”

“…Is that supposed to be funny?”

“I’m serious! That’s why I didn’t want to say it.”

Kamidama pouted and gave me a reproachful look.

Usually, I’d laugh at her delusions, but not this time.

Objective evidence is, after all, tangible evidence.

So, the house we lived in together must be real.

Although it could all be nonsense…

A complex feeling emerged and I exhaled it.

I spotted a torii gate in the distance and decided to pray for guidance.